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“Rhys,” I moan, too turned on to think straight.
“Do you think they know how good you feel wrapped around my cock?” He nips my ear and then soothes it with his tongue.
“I…”
“They’ll never know how good you feel,” he growls, jealous and territorial. I don’t have to ask to know how he’d react if anyone saw us together like this. He’d flip this bar upside down in rage. And yet he gives me this anyway because I wanted it. Because he always gives me exactly what I want, even when doing it drives him crazy. “You’re mine.”
His gritty words grind against my insides, shaking loose a desperation I’ve never felt before. I want to belong to this man, more than I want anything. I’m so in love with him. I don’t know how I’m supposed to leave him when summer ends. I can’t. I know I can’t.
“You’ll always be mine, Raven,” he growls in my ear, still tormenting me with those slow thrusts. “No one else will ever touch you like this or fuck you like this. No one. This body is mine.”
“Rhys,” I cry, writhing against the wall. He’s ruining me with his words. With his breath in my ear. With his cock buried inside me.
“I heard your song, princess,” he says, releasing my hand where it’s pinned against the wall to plunge his into my hair. He cranes my head back, pulling just enough to make it sting. His mouth lands against the side of my cheek, his breath a harsh pant. “You think I don’t feel the same way? That I wouldn’t kill for you?”
“Rhys,” I sob, my heart jumping into my throat. He means it; I know he does.
“You’re my soul, songbird. You hear me? You’re my soul.”
For the first time since my dad died, I know joy. It rips through me with the force of a hurricane. Everything grows brighter, the weight that’s been on my chest for days dissolving into nothing. I truly get lost then, in him. In love. In the storm raging through me, threatening to unmake me at the cellular level.
“I’ll never give you up,” he whispers, his lips against mine. “Not ever.”
“Don’t stop,” I sob, dancing that line between ecstasy and outright rapture.
He doesn’t stop. He grips my hip, holding me still as he picks up the pace, pounding into me. He fucks me hard, knocking me breathless with every hard thrust. And still, it’s not enough for me. Not hard enough, not deep enough. I’m greedy when it comes to him, always wanting more, always needing more.
“I hope I do get you pregnant. Right here and right now.”
A sob builds in my throat as sensation begins to overwhelm me, pushing me closer to that line where life and death meet. I cry out his name as the line snaps and I vibrate apart, spiraling into another dimension. An explosion of color dances behind my eyelids, pulsing in time to the music around us, to the grind of his hips against mine, to the beat of his heart against my back.
“God, yeah, Raven,” he groans. “I feel you coming all over me. You like soaking my cock, princess?”
“Yes,” I sob, not lying. Nothing has ever felt better than I do when I’m coming with him deep inside me.
His grip on my hip tightens, my name leaving his lips on a moan.
I squeeze my inner muscles, trying to pull him over the edge with me.
It works.
“Jesus,” he growls. He thrusts deep and stills, holding me hard as his cock pulses inside me.
As soon as I feel him coming inside me, I come apart again, helpless to stop it. In this moment, we’re not two disparate people, unalike in every way. He’s not my dad’s best friend. He isn’t keeping secrets and I’m not leaving for Boston at the end of the summer. Nothing between us is complicated or fragile. We’re not Rhys and Raven, but one powerful being, locked in ecstasy and drowning together. In this moment, the only thing that matters is this…us.
I slump against the wall as the waves slowly retreat.
“Please don’t let me go,” I whisper, vulnerable in a way I have never been before. Exposed in a way I have never been before. I’m not asking for him to hold me now, but to hold me forever. To stay inside me, holding me together for the rest of my life and whatever comes after. I think I may need him that long. I know I’ll love him that long.
“Never,” he vows, pressing his lips to mine. “Never, princess.”
I think he means it.
God, I hope he means it. Because when summer ends…I don’t think I can leave him.
“I love you, songbird.”
I gasp as his soft confession reaches my ears and overflows my heart. Tears spill down my cheeks. I was wrong earlier. This is joy.
“I love you,” he whispers again.
“Take me home, Rhys,” I demand, needing to be alone with him. I don’t care about the contest anymore. I don’t care about the job. Everything I care about is right here.
